The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.

For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.